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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded. He never really understood the breeding world. He was just here to jump. He kick started his bike and looked back at her, flipping up his visor to look at her. "Getting on, or staying here?" |
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"Getting on." She stated, grabbing her helmet. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan chuckled and nodded. Once she had her helmet on, he checked her chin strap again, tilting her head up and adjusting it again. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan smiled at her. "Of course," he replied, then giving her a thumbs up. Suddenly, his phone buzzed. He groaned and pulled it out, checking it. "My parents are going out for dinner, so we're on our own for dinner. What do you wanna do?" he asked. |
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"I'm fine with whatever." She stated. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan thought for a moment. "Wanna go get take out and eat on the beach?" |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded. "McDonalds sound good?" |
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"Sounds great." She nodded. |
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